Race

Impatient and in wanderlust, always seeking through the words I've
written and its hits me every time. The abyss upon me, it thrusts.
The sounds that accumulate to create the beats makes me lust for
the rhythms that run deeper. Disrupting the vast oceans in a manner
to combust.

Distilled for only a while, but the ebb and flow of tides abide.
Washing away the ripples in continuation, like diamonds in the rough
that ripen. Shedding away to make the weight lighten. The shapes
formed are acute and surmise in, define in, an endless mind of
defiance.

To fit into nothing, means everything. The patterns once made
continue to form and erase. Time creating all that space, a timeless
phase and an eternal chase. Keeping up when reality is laced with
tainted perceptions misplaced. The story creates and also re-creates
only within your own pace. To realize is what awakens us from
the race.

The Human - Race

Reminiscences

There are some things that I can never forget, a continued reminiscence
of what I always suppressed. The broken down pieces that were dissolved
out of my mind. And I will never forget how it illustrated my thoughts,
in the most simplest ways I remembered each memory I've caught. To
understand that it could never fulfill what the moments left behind. The
remembrances of a like-kind.

The familiarities of nights, of the silly times, of the seconds that were
never counted, but were meaningful each time.The craziness that was
spilled upon the blank pages, they re-created stories that were set in stone.
The scenarios that made it all fall in tune, throwing away every detail and
following that flow of mine.

Like a sharp discriminant, I always knew its prominence. In me, apart of
me, in everything, and clearly. An extension of its dominance, I could never
react otherwise, the unfolding reactions created relevance. And in this maze,
it didn't phase me, but it brought eloquence. Growth was evident. And the
only thing I couldn't get past, was the lack of patience that I couldn't grasp.

In the midst of every city block, to resist the calamity of every shock, and
the stability that was always mocked, never was able to release - in a
mentality that was forever locked.

In the improvisations it flourished, the chaos from then on was encouraged.

Reciprocation

The glances made me think of the instances, caught me at
a glance but at just the glimpses. To compensate in which we
lack, something you'd definitely have a knack. Reaching the
perfect balance - we resonate. Energy you can't separate.
Within our depths, to dive into the unknown starts with that
step. To create the shatter, means to shake our matter. What
we're made, we can relate. Opposed, syn-chronologically,
each phrase, happening chronologically. To witness the mess,
in realization of its finesse.

The chaos in us, we use to mesmerize each in their own outlets
- to help simplify. The meanings of moments to emphasize,  in
the  beautiful mirage we humanize. In the infinitum, we remember
the essence of momentum. To stop thought in order to rise our
expectations, spontaneous with our creations, we surpass the
borders of our limitations.